Why am i unhappy here? Is it because I feel the air is alittle more tepid, alittle more recycled, alittle more suffocating? Why do i feel like i'm running thru' the same things time and again? Why do i feel the same anger, the same fears the same hostility?
Why do I feel so trapped?
Why do I feel so damn bloody trapped.
Maybe because of family, society, politics, mentalities and idealogies that are so hard to break.
Maybe because of the air, that is breathed in and recycled, again and again until there are no more fresh exchanges and nothing left to say.... except to ask 'how much' and to compare salaries and how to change baby nappies.
Why am i unhappy here? Perhaps it's because we live in a climate of fear? Perhaps because living in fear is not truly living?
Why do we toil and struggle and strive and pretend that we're all ok when really, we're not?
Whey do we try and suggest that things are ok when they're not?
Why do we take everything the newspapers, radio and television here tells us and accept it even though we know it's all scripted and planned? Why do we nod, and accept and go on to living our lives, earning our thousands, like mindless drones in a queen bee's nest?
When did we learn to stop feeling, caring, seeing, thinking, perceiving, trusting... when did we learn to switch off our hearts and keep on moving... when did we decide that we could stop living and merely exist?
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